That child I was
came to me once
an unfamiliar face
He said nothing -- we walked
each glancing in silence at the other
an alien river
Our common origins
brought us together
and we separated
a forest written by the earth
and told by the seasons
Child that I once was, advance,
What now brings us together?
And what have we to say each other?
From this morning's Poet's Choice in The Washington Post by Edward Hirsch, on the anthology The Flag of Childhood compiled by Naomi Shihab Nye, whom, Hirsch says, "resolutely holds onto the upbeat, un-cynical notion that lyric poetry nourishes intimacy and fosters understanding, that human connections are more powerful and enduring than cultural differences. A high-spirited and indefatigable anthologist of work for preteens and young adults, Nye writes and edits with a cosmopolitan sensibility fueled by a pragmatic American optimism, which is one of our birthrights. 'We must remember,' she insists, 'that the one flag we all share is the beautiful flag of childhood that flies with hope in every country. This is the one flag we should work to serve no matter who we are or where we live.'"
My family is going to see That Movie this afternoon after elder son is home from Hebrew school. *tries and fails to restrain happy dance*
Meanwhile some entertainment. My beloved
No cheating necessary, it was so obvious that I was meant to be:
Which Harry Potter Characters Are You The Child Of?
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